Verbing Weirds Language only if you're expecting it to work in a simple way. This is a special case of the more general truth that Language Weirds.

Only when a republic's life is in danger should a man uphold his government when it is in the wrong. There is no other time.

The church says Earth is flat; but I have seen its shadow on the moon, and I have more confidence in a shadow than the church.

If we can't find Heaven, there are always bluejays.

Friday, October 03, 2014

I'll tell you what happened

Got a fundraising email today that opened

WHAT HAPPENED?!?

Donations from committed National [Party memebers] like you kept the polls close in September. Now it’s October, and we took our first look at our [site] tracker: THE NUMBERS HAVE CRATERED 32 DAYS FROM ELECTION DAY!

What happened? I'll tell you what happened.

I turned my phone off for the René Pape concert on Sunday and two and a half hours later I had 74 emails, 72 of which were fundraisers. And all of them were harping on how important the end-of-September deadline was.

I cannot give to everyone. I cannot give every week.

What happened? You got money in September. Two days later, yeah, you're not getting it.

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I teach Russian and Ukrainian, and some basic English. I dabble in Gaelic and Welsh. I'm am amateur photographer and I've recently started birding (in a small way). I'm a Progressive, and a Freethinker, and I know Evolution is a fact - that's FCD, Friend of Charles Darwin (look down the sidebar). I read a lot, and follow women's college basketball. Also I love astronomy, though I'm a rank amateur at it. Most of all, I like living in the reality-based community... One more thing: this blog and the opinions on it are mine, and don't represent any institution or employer... probably very much so don't.

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You cannot leave. You cannot drop the armor now. Why? Because you are needed, more than ever. You are mandatory to keep the energy flowing, the karmic vibrator buzzing, to keep the progressive and lucid half of the nation breathing and healthy and awake and ever reaching out to the half that's wallowing in fear and violence and homophobia and sexual dread, hoping to find harmony instead of cacophony, common ground instead of civil war, some sort of a shared love of a country so messy and internationally disrespected and openly confused its own president can't even speak the language.

After all, you don't hand over all your children the first time the flying monkeys bang on your door...

It's far from over. The tunnel is just a little darker -- and longer -- than we imagined.
Mark Morford